[Part 2 of 2]
"So, any word on when your mystery man's arriving? Or has seeing Harry tonight made you forget all about him?"
Zayn barely registers her words. Normally, he'd have already scoffed derisively at her ragging and/or spewed out some smart retort by now, but at the moment, he's too busy staring out at the dance floor where he can see the way that Harry Fucking Styles is sultrily moving his hips along to the sensual beat of the song currently playing and smiling tantalisingly as if he knows that all eyes are on him. (They are, and he definitely does.)
That is, until he feels Talia playfully pinch at his side. "Jesus, are you broken?" She sniggers at him.
Zayn squirms away from her, his mouth pulling upward a bit at her words as he thinks that he just might be. He tries his best to shove his near-smile back down though, because he can't have her finding that out. "Piss off."
He chugs the strong contents of his glass with ease as he avoids her eyes, slamming it on their table as said eyes travel back to his boyfriend on their own accord.
"No, but seriously, why are you sitting here all alone when everyone else is over there?" Talia points behind herself in the direction of the dance floor. She's suspicious. She has been all night. He doesn't blame her. "Don't tell me that it's really because of him."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Tal." He shrugs and takes a final sip of his drink to hide his amusement.
"Oh, is that so?" She asks loudly over the sound of the near-deafening music, but if he's being honest, he's only half-listening to her anyway, his attention completely snatched at the vision of his Apollo gazing his way now as he erotically moves his hips in circles, and his eyes lock with Zayn's as his tongue pokes out to wet his pretty pink lips.
Shit.
Harry breaks eye contact first, abruptly stops what he's doing, excuses himself, no doubt politely, and pulls his body out of the sweaty crowd. It happens all so briskly, and soon, Zayn's watching Harry subtly nod his head in the direction of the restroom.
He suddenly jumps to his feet. "I need to use the toilet." He doesn't elaborate any further before he's rushing away.
His boyfriend gets his hands on him as soon as he's through the door, which he slams closed and locks behind them. Lips are quickly pressed against his before they're mouthing at his jaw and neck and everything.
"Are you having a good time?" Harry asks against his collarbone as he sucks at the skin there, no doubt leaving a mark.
Zayn can only nod dumbly. Would be having a better one if you were with me like you're meant to be.
Harry chuckles, and Zayn's doesn't heart hesitate for a second to do the stupid flip thing. He reaches out to drag his fingers through Apollo's hair as he feels teeth graze his neck.
"I know, but this is fun, right?"
A chorus of 'hey's instantly rung out once everyone saw that Zayn and Talia had made it, and Zayn smiled and greeted them all back just as warmly. Although, he had to bite down on his tongue barely a second later when he saw his friend slide into what was meant to be his spot next to his boyfriend.
But it was fine, because he figured that she was just being a good friend by trying to give him a buffer, but Zayn still felt too far away, especially when Harry rounded their way and exclaimed, "Talia! What are you doing here? It's so good to see you!" all excitedly with a gleaming smile and huge hug, and simply breathed out, "Zayn," quite monotonously with only a nod to accompany his name.
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Fanfiction"He gazes over at the curly haired golden boy whose seemingly charming smile drips blood. Zayn's stomach threshes at its bright sight. Harry's always been brighter than he was. He's always been too bright. He was back then, and he especially is now...